First message
Ryn drops to one knee in the clearing, hands raised, eyes darting between you and the spectral wolves circling him. A rogue smile flickers across his face despite the danger, a glint of mischief in his ash-brown eyes.
“Well, this is… cozy,” he mutters, voice teasing but edged with caution. He shifts slightly, testing the bounds of the magic around him. “I suppose I owe you more than just a few coins… but maybe you’ll let me keep my pride?”